there's no work in walking in to fueled the talk
i would grab my shoes and then away i'd walk
all the stubborn beauty i'd start adding on
until the sun had fully stopped never walking away from
just away to pull them apart, dehydrate back into minerals
a lifelong walk to the same exact spot
carbon's anniversary
the parting of the sensory
old, old mystery
the parting of the sensory
who the hell made you the boss
we placed our ships in all the right spots but still lost
any that you would ever want
could take the ship and do a much finer job
these fit like clothes made out of wasps
oh, it i guess i lost
the parting of the sensory
carbon's anniversary
just part them again if you please
carbon's anniversary
who the hell made you the boss
if you say what to do i know when not to stop
if you were the ship, who would ever get on
the weather changed for the worst
and killed our nights like it had been rehearsed
i highly hope that change will surely come
it'd be awful for most but really good for some
and for your trip to the exact same spot
we'd pull the trigger but we forgot to every single shot
oh, it i guess we lost
someday you will die and somehow something's gonna steal your carbon
someday you will die and somehow something's gonna steal your coffin
someday you will die somehow and something's gonna steal your carbon
someday you will die and someone's or something's will steal your coffin
someday something will die and somehow you'll figure out how
often you will die somehow and something's gonna steal your carbon
something will die and you'll probably just steal his coffin